An Agreement with Fate

Dumbledore

I let out a groan as I woke up and saw that I was alive. At least something good came out of the murder of at least a dozen people. Something selfish, but good nonetheless.

I sighed.

Harry's voice came, "You alive, mate?"

I sat up, my head in my hands as a headache threatened to take over. I growled out, "Yeah, I am. How did you bring us here anyway?"

Harry's face turned red as he looked at the ground, he said, "My first instinct was to apparate us out of there and somehow, it worked."

I looked at him for a good minute before snapping at him, "You used a dangerous skill - teleportation, right? - on both of us when we could have died and it somehow worked?!"

He shrugged and then said, "That's the story of my life, Benny. And yeah, it's teleportation."

"You never gonna let that go, are you?"

"Never."

I looked at the cloudy sky and then asked, "Unsubtly changing the subject, where the hell are we?"

He looked at the tall trees and smiled softly, I immediately knew that he had been here in his past life before he died. He always smiled this soft and sad smile that melts your heart, whenever something from his past life is in his sight or on his mind. He said, "We are in the Forest of Dean. When we were hinting Horcruxes, Hermione brought us here."

I nodded and then asked, "Is it an important place?"

He shrugged and leaned by a tree, which looked like a child attempting to look like a cool dude (it was really hilarious by the way), and then said, "Not really important, a hideout of sorts. I told you, didn't I?"

"I can forget stuff, Harry."

"Um, anyway, I don't really remember everything we did here but I do remember that Ron and I killed the Locket Horcrux here," Harry said, his eyes closed.

"The one that you stole from that torturous stain against humanity?"

"Yeah."

I asked, "So, what do we do?"

He said, "I dunno, mate, you got anything in that brain of yours?"

"What do you think?"
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"So, we are ten now."

"Yeah."

"How?"

"I don't know, ask your mum."

"Haha, shut up, shorty."

"Oi, I am not short, you are just a monster."

"Whatever, Harry."

Harry kicked a pebble and then asked, "What do people do normally?"

I shrugged and sat down on the stump of a tree, I responded, "I don't know, I think some do hobbies and others just sit around, being bored."

"What can be hobbies?"

I thought for a minute before answering, "Reading, writing, doing sports, singing, dancing, cooking, drawing, painting, sketching, travelling . . . and . . . I don't know anymore . . ."

Harry let out a sigh and then asked, "What are your hobbies? You are usually just dragging yourself along the floor."

I shrugged and then said, "I used to read, write and draw in my previous life. Here, I haven't had any interest in those things. I used to exercise once in a while or sing when I wanted to. I would probably go back to it soon, boredom is so boring."